Some days
I'm afraid to write
because sometimes
the honesty kills me.
Some poems subtly mention sexual harassment, depression and death. Read at your own risk.
All the poems in the book are my original and are not to be copied, exploited or otherwis...
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A little pixie dancing in the moonlight.
Twirling and moving with the nature just right.
Her friends and siblings were all inside,
Enjoying themselves while she danced by the lakeside.
Innocent as the little pixie was, she danced carefree.
Two branches crept from behind but she couldn't see.
Stiffen, she did, when she noticed a presence behind
Too scared she was to look as she felt confined.
Shivers of fear raced through her nerves
As the creeper's branches brushed her shoulders' curves.
Thorny branches wrapped around her,
Frozen at her place, she was, with her vision blur.
Her eyes tearing up as she shivered with disgust
Abhorrence overshadowed with the twisted feeling in her gut.
A sudden nudge backwards broke her trance.
She felt herself being pulled into the dark pleasance.
Something inside her seemed to snap
As she struggled to free herself from the trap.
Her eyes watered as she felt her skin being scraped
Heart beating so fast that her chest ached.
She struggled and struggled and finally managed to run.
Still unable to speak, her body felt numb.
She ran and ran till she stumbled and staggered.
Her body wounded and state battered.
Opening her eyes she found the clearing
Her tears had her mother's form blearing.
With an anguished moan, she ran to her mother tree
Crying, she narrated the act of villainy.
Expecting her mother to punish the felon for his insolence,
Pixie was shocked on the demand of silence.
She was given a sermon on morality
Wherein she was told about the importance of family.
Not wanting to create a familial rift
The mother asked her to trust her worldly wist.
Thus swallowing her pain, burying it inside,
The pixie swore to silence as a part of her died.
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The worst part of something bad happening is when your loved ones, the people you trust the most, refuse to acknowledge that it happened let alone help you through it.
Have you ever been in any such situation?
Do comment in the comment section and hit the star if you felt the little pixie here. She would be happy.
